I picked it up because of the premise -- it’s timely and unique. It’s also a translation, which prompted me to read it because I love exploring books from cultures and languages other than my own.
"The relationship between Rose and Sofia is often perplexing. Sofia tries to makes sense of the woman who, for so long, has ruled her life. She describes herself as a "sleuth" for forever trying to uncover who her mother is." -- Angela Vincent, Reviewer
Language has the power to create and define situations; it has the ability to establish truths and realities; it has the strength to change what is unwanted and to create what is desired. If you truly do not condone what has happened in Charlottesville, if this was the needed wake up call that you have been waiting for, then call it what it is. Recognize it, understand it, listen to the voices that have been and are undervalued, and define this moment as one that must change. "Not who we are ... anymore." Anymore.
This is not a story full of dramatic incident; it is in fact rather understated -- and probably all the better for it. The intrigue comes from the carefully drawn characters, the attention to detail, and the care with which the story is told.
With gorgeous illustrations and impeccable linework, I was hooked by the first page; the writing is fast paced but continually creates a story of oppression and a steady rise to power.
While this book clearly documents the trials and tribulations of running, it also documents the pure pleasure that can be gained from slipping on a pair of trainers and setting off.
I really enjoy reading indigenous perspectives because I think it offers a window into a very complicated part of our society that many people don’t bother to understand or listen to. Why is this fact not talked about more? Why are so many people still so ignorant to this part of our history?
This time around, we’re going to hit more piñatas by swinging around the invitation for TWD 3rd collection. That means you, candy boy and lollipop girl — and you too, [preferred-gender pronoun] chocolate covered almonds. I want to see your fiction ooze out paper maché blood; I want your poetry to cry cardboard tears; heck, I’ll take that photo of a once whole piñata to show what once was. So you like visuals in your story? Paint me a scene of the Piñata’s birth home as you describe to me the color of its mother’s tissue paper skin. I want to show what you’ve got because I know you’ve got something to show. Just so you’re clear, It doesn’t have to be about a piñata, but if you’re feeling inspired, go for it — show me what you’ve got.